"The decisive battle!"
Jiang Yang perked up at those words and quickly pricked up his ears to listen further.
In a certain sense, he knew the future.
Only a handful of the Angels and "Devils" had remained in the end, precisely because the others had died in the war.
The other six apostle lords of sin also instinctively straightened up.
Samael, in particular, had eyes filled with excitement and a thirst for slaughter.
Satan took in the apostles' expressions and sighed.
"Doomsday has lasted far too long-so long that over a hundred years have passed for us Morgan People."
"How much has been held up over this century? From the world-destroying catastrophe at the beginning to my war with Jehovah now, our civilization's development has all but stagnated, and far too many people have died."
"I don't think this can go on. I've been fighting Jehovah for a very long time.
"I originally wanted to rebuild the Morgan Civilization after Doomsday, but now I've realized that if we keep fighting, we'll fight until there are no Morgan People left."
At these words, everyone except Samael nodded. They were still considering the survival of their race from the perspective of the Morgan People.
"Devil Master, when will we fight, then?"
Beelzebub was the first to ask.
"Once the strengthening baptism method has taken preliminary shape. By then, we'll be a little stronger, and a few fewer people will die."
Everyone nodded. You're the Devil Master. You have the final say.
After leaving the meeting room, Jiang Yang and Belial walked together down the corridor.
"Belial, whenever you need me to come over, just contact me at the Fallen Angels' camp."
Jiang Yang was not quite so cold toward this lazy-looking fellow.
This fellow was also the only one among them who